


Spin the (Baby) Bottle

by RageKiss



Series: Spin the (Baby) Bottle [1]
Category: Rooster Teeth/Achievement Hunter/Funhaus RPF
Genre: Daddy Kink, Diapers, Infantilism, M/M, Mommy Kink, Multi, Spanking
Language: English
Status: Completed
Published: 2017-06-12
Updated: 2017-06-12
Packaged: 2018-11-13 10:43:13
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Chapters: 1
Words: 4,674
Publisher: archiveofourown.org
Story URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/11183460
Author URL: https://archiveofourown.org/users/RageKiss/pseuds/RageKiss
Summary: Michael is looking for a way to relieve some stress, and Gavin comes up with an idea and decides that he’d be the perfect daddy for his little boy Michael. However, Geoff has other plans.





	Spin the (Baby) Bottle

The late afternoon sun crept through the blinds of the Achievement Hunter office, sending thin bars of light spilling over the game boxes littered across the carpet. Michael bit his lip as he sat in front of his monitor, trying to concentrate on leveling up his character in a new game. For once, he was playing for himself rather than recording. However, as he failed several missions in a row, the desire to throw his controller against the wall mounted. Michael sighed as he paused the game to collect himself. He raked his hand through his shaggy brown curls before staring up at the ceiling.    
  
_ The stress is getting to me. _ Michael glanced at his controller warily. _ I think I need a new fucking hobby. _

For several months, Michael tried to draw a line between work and recreation, but the two seemed to conflate more often than not. It became too easy to simply launch into a tirade over minor annoyances as if a mic was perched in front of him, forgetting that, in the “real world,” the average person did not respond to an irksome situation as if it was a Rage Quit. Lindsay sometimes remarked that he was going to drive himself into a heart attack before he reached thirty, and the thought drove Michael to try various ways of relieving his irritation. Meditation failed miserably, and the “Yoga for Beginners” DVD quickly found itself in the trash. It appeared to be a lost cause.

Just as Michael was pondering an investment in some strong sedatives, the office door opened, and Gavin began to walk in, starting when he saw his friend and coworker.

“I thought you’d gone home,” Gavin said as he grabbed his keys from his desk.

Michael shrugged, nonchalantly. “Just getting in a few more hours of work. You know, gettin’ paid while testing out all the new games, livin’ the dream.”

Gavin smiled with a laugh. “You’re really burning the afternoon petrol there.”

“It’s ‘midnight oil,’ you moron,” Michael responded.

“But it’s still the afternoon,” came the earnest reply.

Michael glared at his lanky friend before taking a deep breath and biting the inside of his cheek to refrain from saying something he might actually regret later.

Gavin toyed his keys for a moment, his fingers nervously fiddling with the tiny Creeper keychain dangling off the ring. “Kara’s going to drive me back to Geoff and Griffon’s. Maybe she could give you a lift too.”

Shaking his head, Michael answered, “Thanks, but I think I’m going to stay here for a while.”

“Are you all right, Michael? You seem less cheery than your less-than-cheery self lately.” Gavin’s voice took on the more adult tone he used when he was not screaming or acting like an idiot. Even though it was rare to hear outside of one of Gavin’s Slow Mo videos, Michael hated it and the way it made him feel so immature. He blamed it on the accent.

Michael managed a short snort of laughter to hide his discomfort. “Everything’s just fucking _ peachy _ .” He continued, mimicking Gavin’s voice as a high-pitched whine. “Oh, I’m Gavin! I can’t mind me own damn business!”

“I was only asking. You don’t have to be such a ponce about it.” Gavin frowned and then turned to leave the office.

“Wait—” Michael felt a strange feeling of alarm bubble up inside him. The sudden realization that letting Gavin walk through the door meant that Michael would once again be left to his own devices sent him into a slight panic, though the reason for why eluded him. He cleared his throat. “I’m sorry, Gav’.”

Gavin stopped and looked over his shoulder, obviously waiting for Michael to offer an explanation.

“I’m stressed out,” Michael said, leaning back in his chair with a huff. “It’s more than usual. I don’t know if it’s work, the wedding, or everything. Can’t seem to shake it.”

Pulling up his chair to sit in front of Michael, Gavin assumed his friend’s reclining posture. “Have you ever considered the healing powers of a nice cuppa?”

“Only if it has a few shots of booze in it.” Michael forced a smile, his thin-framed glasses slipping down his nose slightly.  
  
Gavin gave a brotherly pat on Michael’s knee. “Come on, then. I’ll either make you drunk or British.”  
  
After a little more grousing, Michael reluctantly agreed, following Gavin out to Kara’s car. After being dropped off at Geoff and Griffon’s house, Gavin unlocked the door and showed Michael inside.  
  
“Where is everybody? This place is usually crawling,” Michael spoke as he sat down on the sofa in the living room.  
  
“Kid’s off at some little Girl Scout weekend-shindig-of-giggling-and-popsicles, and Geoff and Griffon are out for the night and probably won’t be back until tomorrow morning,” Gavin replied and walked into the kitchen. “It’s weird to have to the house to myself.” He laughed and corrected himself. “Well, not exactly to myself for now. I’m glad you’re here to keep me company.”  
  
“I’m sure Geoff would be happy someone is around to make sure you don’t burn down his fucking house,” Michael responded as he heard running water in the kitchen.  
  
“Don’t be silly, Michael. I only set things on fire in Minecraft,” Gavin shouted back in reply.  
  
Michael rolled his eyes. “You do it all the time. Remember the first _three_ office microwaves?”  
  
“Yeah, but no one said I couldn’t put a large Ginsters pasty in the microwave,” Gavin said as he placed the kettle on the stove. “Thing lit up like a torch, didn’t it?”  
  
“That’s because you left it in a foil wrapper!” Michael struggled to keep his voice level.  
  
A few minutes later, while Michael mentally insulted Gavin’s intelligence, the kettle let out a shrill whistle. It quieted briefly only to be followed by Gavin banging around in the cupboards. He returned to the living room with two mugs of tea on a tray covered in a brightly-colored mosaic pattern.  
  
“Griffon make that?” Michael asked, indicating the tray. “She’s good at being all artsy and shit.”  
  
“Yeah, she’s really top,” Gavin sat down next to Michael, handing him a mug. “She tried to teach me how to do those chainsaw carvings like her, but I just made a right mess out of everything.”  
  
Michael wondered if taking his aggression out with a chainsaw might help him to de-stress, but he figured it would be a bad idea to allow him around any power tools in his current mental state. Brushing the thoughts from his mind, Michael took a gulp of tea from his mug, not tasting much besides an overpowering amount of lemon and honey that Gavin had added.  
  
“You know, I had a hard time of it when I first moved here. I missed my family and my friends back home so much. It was tough.” Gavin trailed off as he stared down at his mug.  
  
Michael knew he should say something, but the words stuck in his throat. He finally managed to respond. “Yeah, moving’s like that, I guess. I was really excited to be somewhere new, but you came a lot further—”  
  
“That’s what she said,” Gavin interrupted with his squeaky chuckling.  
  
“Damn it, Gavin! I was trying to be nice and be supportive guy here.”  
  
“I’m sorry, Michael.” Gavin tried to hide his continued giggling behind his mug of tea.

Giving into the infectious laughter, Michael could not be angry with his friend. Gavin was just Gavin.

After regaining his composure, Gavin said, “Do you know what really helped me when I was stressed out back then?” When Michael shook his head, Gavin continued, “Geoff and Griffon. They figured out ways for me to feel more at ease and be less of a mopey tosspot. I think they might even help you.”

“I don’t know what a ‘tosspot’ is, but I’m pretty sure I’m not one,” Michael countered.

Gavin carefully took the mug from Michael’s hand and placed it next to his own on the coffee table. He turned to Michael, his expression serious though his voice began to falter nervously. “Would you like to give them a try?”  
  
Michael began to feel awkward, but he nodded. Gavin smiled and wrapped his arms around Michael’s shoulders. Before Michael could try to pull away, one of Gavin’s hands began to rub his back.  
  
“There’s a good boy, Michael,” Gavin murmured as Michael realized the taller man was attempting to rock him.  
  
“What the hell are you doing?” Michael placed his hands on Gavin’s chest and tried to shove him away.  
  
Gavin shushed him, holding on tightly and not allowing Michael any room for escape. Michael struggled to free himself as Gavin began humming softly with one arm around Michael’s back and the other stroking through his curly hair.  
  
The heat rising into Michael’s face at the embarrassing position overwhelmed him. He began to try to punch Gavin as he shouted, “Have you finally lost your fucking mind?”  
  
“It’s all right. Shh, love, be still.” Gavin reassured him, hugging Michael securely to his body, pinning his flailing arms between them.  
  
Giving up any hope of escape from the vise-like hug of his lunatic friend, Michael’s body went slack, his face pressed into Gavin’s shoulder. The tune Gavin hummed was low and, though Michael hated to admit it, relaxing. Michael allowed himself to be held, feeling Gavin’s long fingers stroke over his hair.  
  
“There’s my Michael,” Gavin whispered, gently pulling the shorter man onto his lap.  
  
Michael tried to hide his face in Gavin’s shirt, an uncomfortable tingle building up deep in his gut as he was cradled. Michael shut his eyes as Gavin continued to coo to him.  
  
“You are Daddy’s good little Michael. Yes, you are.” Gavin smiled, pressing his lips to Michael’s forehead.  
  
Michael mentally screamed at himself to get a grip, to punch Gavin and run away, but, no matter what he told himself, he could not stop the trembling that sent his chin and bottom lip quivering nor the tears that began to sting his eyes. He could not understand why he was reacting this way to the words that Gavin kept murmuring. It felt natural and so comforting, yet Michael feared that it was a prank, that Gavin would start to tease him at any moment. However, Michael had never heard Gavin sound or behave so confidently. He was like a whole new person.  
  
“It’s nice to be held,” Gavin spoke quietly as his eyes met Michael’s. He carefully removed Michael’s glasses and set them aside before running the pad of his thumb over the tears that finally spilled over onto Michael’s cheeks. “I know it can be scary to let go, but you can, Michael.”  
  
Michael’s hand flew to his own mouth, cupping over it as he gasped out an audible sob. His body began to shake, but Gavin held on tighter. Michael’s cries seemed to echo from every corner of the empty house. It was a rough, alien sound to Michael’s ears, and he failed to recall the last time he vented his frustrations in this manner. For once, he raged differently— a storm oftears and choked whimpers rather than cursing and the slamming of fists. The tempest passed as swiftly as it set in, and Michael lay spent and exhausted in Gavin’s arms, listening to the muffled tattoo of the blond’s heart as he rested his head against Gavin’s chest. Michael’s thoughts went as fizzy as the static on an old rabbit-eared television. He just wanted the warmth and closeness of his body nestled next to Gavin’s.  
  
“I bet your throat is sore after all that,” Gavin said and attempted to get to his feet, but Michael clung to him like a particularly needy koala. Disentangling himself from Michael, Gavin gave the top of his curly head a kiss. “Just wait here, and Daddy will be right back, okay?”  
  
Michael made an unhappy noise in the back of his throat as Gavin disappeared momentarily into the kitchen. He crawled to the edge of the sofa and waited for Gavin to return, afraid that it really was a joke or some kind of tea-induced hysteria. When Gavin reappeared, Michael felt relieved and then apprehensive once again when he saw the objects in Gavin’s hand.  
  
Smiling, Gavin held up a baby bottle and a dish towel before returning to his seat on the sofa. He patted his lap to try to coax Michael back to his previous position. Michael rubbed his slightly runny nose on the sleeve of his hoodie, unsure about the bottle.  
  
Michael muttered half-heartedly, “Not thirsty.”  
  
“Don’t be a fussy little sausage,” Gavin said with a grin. “Come to Daddy.”  
  
Despite his doubtfulness, Michael allowed Gavin to hold him on his lap again. Gavin cupped the back of Michael’s head with one hand and brought the bottle up to his mouth with the other. When Michael parted his lips slightly, Gavin pushed the bottle’s teat into his mouth and held it there in case Michael decided to spit it out. Michael awkwardly took his first suck on the latex, a stream of milk squirting down the back of his throat. It took a few tries before Michael found a comfortable rhythm. He brought his hand up, brushing his fingers over Gavin’s hand as he held the bottle.  
  
“This is just how Geoff and Griffon helped me. I didn’t believe it would work at first, but it really did,” Gavin explained as he watched Michael’s plump lips work around the bottle’s nipple. 

Little bubbles of milk formed at the corners of Michael’s mouth as he suckled. He wondered how Geoff and Gavin could keep something like this a secret. He never would have guessed that the two of them were anything more than close friends. Suddenly, Michael’s own situation confronted him. What did this mean for his and Gavin’s friendship? How did things change? Did this count as cheating on Lindsay? It certainly did not feel like cheating; it did not feel sexual at all. It just felt good.

As soon as Michael drank down the last drops of milk, Gavin set the bottle aside and lifted Michael to a sitting position on his lap. Gavin placed the dish towel over his shoulder before guiding Michael towards it.

“Get your bubblies up, Baby Michael,” Gavin cooed as he firmly patted Michael’s back.

After only five or six pats, Michael hiccupped and was surprised when some of the milk came back up his throat as he rubbed his face on the dish towel. Gavin allowed him to sit back and folded the dish towel over itself carefully before wiping Michael’s mouth and chin.

“Who’s a big, brave boy?” Gavin gently tickled Michael’s stomach through his hoodie.

“I don’t exactly feel brave,” Michael admitted with a sigh.

Gavin toyed with the front pocket of Michael’s hoodie, slipping his hands inside and holding them there as if he was the one wearing it. “How do you feel?”

“Well,” Michael paused and then shrugged, “like a baby.”

“It’s not a bad feeling, right? Isn’t it more like a happy, cuddly feeling?” Gavin questioned.

Michael nodded. “It’s not _ horrible _ , I guess.”

Gavin helped Michael to stand up, and he offered a suggestion. “Let’s go to my room. I’ll show you some of the things that Geoff bought me for when I need to be little.”

Gavin took Michael by the hand and led him into his bedroom. Everything looked normal enough, but Gavin pulled open the closet door and removed what appeared to be a diaper bag. Gavin placed the bag on his bed and unzipped it. He sat down at the bed’s edge and removed pacifiers, toy keys, and diapering supplies from the bag, carefully arranging them on his comforter.

Michael balked. “Geoff has you pissing and shitting yourself? How is that supposed to fucking help anything at all?”

“It’s about trust, Michael,” Gavin reassured with a soft voice, appearing to have been prepared for Michael’s reaction. “It’s actually quite nice to rely on someone else in that way.” Gavin held up one of the diapers. “Do you want to give it a try?”

“I’m beginning to believe that you were dropped on your head as a kid,” Michael replied and then added with an acidic tone, “Repeatedly.”

“You’re only a step away from a spanking, little boy,” Gavin responded, his blue eyes narrowed.

Michael snapped, “I bodyslam you on a daily basis at the office. There’s no way you could spank me.”

In his haughtiness, Michael failed to fully appreciate how serious Gavin’s threat was and also failed to remember how clever and quick Gavin could be when motivated. Gavin’s arm wrapped around Michael’s waist as his leg swept out to knock Michael off-balance. Gavin caught the slightly shorter man and brought him across his lap. His hand delivered sharp spanks on the back of Michael’s jeans before the brunet could react.

“Stop!” Michael shouted, his legs kicking out wildly before Gavin managed to trap them between his own. “Gavin, stop it!”

Gavin, however, showed no sign of stopping or slowing the pace of the swats he applied heavily over Michael’s denim-clad backside. Gavin chided Michael as he spanked him, “You were being so good before, but you’re really very naughty, aren’t you?”

“No! I mean—” Michael could not figure out how to respond to make Gavin stop. The pain built with each strike, and Michael was losing the energy to continue struggling. Though he knew it was probably a bad idea for his own sanity, Michael decided to play Gavin’s game. “Daddy, please, I’m sorry!” Michael whined childishly.

Gavin paused and let his hand rest on the back of Michael’s jeans. “And what are you sorry for?”

“For being bad,” Michael answered, looking over his shoulder as he tried to discern if his ploy was having any effect on Gavin.

Gavin tsked and shook his head. “Oh, Michael, little boys like you can’t bebad. Little baby boys can only be…”

“Naughty?” Michael replied, hoping that it would be what Gavin wanted to hear.

Gavin tapped Michael on the tip of his nose. “That’s right. Now go stand in the corner. I think a time-out is the best thing for you.”

After Gavin released him, Michael stood shakily. He took a deep breath and decided to do as he was told, shuffling over to the nearest corner. Gavin then instructed him to keep his face turned towards the wall or else receive a second spanking. Michael complied without complaint, keeping his nose almost touching the wall. He could hear Gavin rummaging through the room but was too nervous to actually sneak a glimpse of what he was doing through his peripheral vision.

After five minutes of silence, Michael began to shift from foot to foot. His ass felt like it was on fire, and he idly marvelled how strong Gavin must be to strike so hard as to cause that kind of sensation through his jeans.

_ I can’t imagine how much worse it would feel if Gavin had taken off my pants _ , Michael thought and immediately wished he had not. He held back a groan when he realized he actually _ could _ imagine it, and those thoughts did nothing to ease his discomfort and only served to foster a strange curiosity about how far Gavin would go.

“Okay, time-out’s over, Michael,” Gavin said and patted the edge of the bed as Michael turned around. While Michael had been facing the wall, Gavin had unfolded a large changing mat on the comforter. Gavin held up a container of talcum powder. “Get on the bed, and I’ll get you sorted.”

After kicking off his sneakers, Michael laid down hesitantly on the mat. Gavin knelt beside the bed and pushed up Michael’s hoodie, exposing his abdomen before his hands moved down to unbutton the fly of Michael’s jeans. Michael felt as though his stomach was doing somersaults as Gavin yanked his jeans to his ankles before letting them fall to the floor.

Gavin’s fingers gripped the waistband of Michael’s boxers and began to slowly pull them down with more care than he had given to his jeans. Michael shut his eyes tightly as Gavin’s hands slipped under his knees, raising them up and apart so that Michael was completely spread open on the mat.

“Your bits are cute and pink,” Gavin cooed before leaning down to place several light kisses Michael’s stomach.

“Gavin…” Michael did not feel above begging in order to get Gavin to refrain from any commentary on his “bits.”

“Ah, none of that,” Gavin gave Michael’s thigh a pinch. “What do you call me?”

Michael opened his mouth to respond and then quickly shut it.

Gavin sighed. “Do you need another spanking?”

Realizing he was not in the best position to protest, Michael begrudgingly muttered, “Daddy.”

Gavin perked up. “Good boy, Michael. You’re such a clever baby.”

Taking a baby wipe from the blue container beside the mat, Gavin wrapped the little cloth around his finger. He traced a wet swath around the base of Michael’s penis and then trailed down his scrotum. Gavin pushed his finger between Michael’s buttocks, rubbing against the perineum. Michael nearly bolted from the bed, his arm flailing out to try to knock Gavin’s hand away.

Gavin grabbed Michael’s wrist with his free hand and pinned it to the brunet’s stomach. He tried to calm his friend with a soft reassuring voice. “Sssh, Michael, it’s all right. I’ve got to get you cleaned up for your nappy.”

Michael tried to relax, but his chest rose and fell rapidly as he felt his penis begin to harden when Gavin rubbed his finger rather forcefully against his asshole.

“What the hell are you two doing?” came an angry male voice from the doorway.

Geoff and Griffon stood at the entrance to Gavin’s room. While Griffonsported a bemused expression, Geoff seemed perturbed at the tableau laid out before him. Michael scrambled off the bed, trying to pull the hem of his hoodie down to cover himself. His heart pounded in his chest, and he felt like his entire body must be one solid flush of scarlet.

Gavin glanced up at Geoff sheepishly. “Hi, Dadda.”

“Don’t give me those puppy eyes. You’re in big trouble,” Geoff said to Gavin and then pointed to Michael. “Get your clothes on.”

“Geoff, I-I can explain,” Michael stammered, trying to keep himself from being exposed further while grabbing his jeans and boxers from the floor.

“I was just trying to help!” Gavin insisted, his bottom lip stuck out in an adorable pout.

Griffon walked over to the bed, ruffling Gavin’s messy blond hair. “Of course, you were.” She stilled Michael by placing her hands on his arms, preventing him from redressing. Her eyes and voice were reassuring. “Michael, don’t be embarrassed. Did you enjoy playing with Gavin?”

Michael worried that he might not be able to find his voice to answer, so, with his eyes fixed on the floor, he simply nodded. Griffon pulled the young man into a warm hug. Michael clung to her as he had done earlier with Gavin. He could not believe that she was being so understanding, but, then again, she was one of the people who introduced Gavin to this sort of thing in the first place.

Geoff stepped over to his wife. He placed a hand on the back of Michael’s head, rubbing his hair good-naturedly. He spoke softly, “It’s okay, little guy.”

“I want a hug too!” Gavin tugged at Geoff’s shirt.

Refraining from rolling his eyes, Geoff wrapped his arm around Gavin’s shoulders and brought him close. “You’re still in trouble for not asking Dadda and Mommy’s permission first before playing with Michael.”

Michael noted that Gavin did not seem bothered in the slightest by the prospect of punishment. It was then that Michael was suddenly struck by the fact that he was still nude from the waist down. Humiliated, Michael mumbled into Griffon’s shoulder, “Can I put my pants back on now?”

Griffon and Geoff shared a look, the kind of unspoken conversation couples sometimes had. Griffon took Michael’s arm and guided him back to the changing mat.

“Might as well finish what’s been started,” Geoff said, sitting on the edge of the bed, pulling Gavin into his lap. He pulled back the waist of Gavin’s jeans. “And where areyournappies, baby boy?”

Gavin’s face blushed pink, and he reached for Griffon, “Hi, Mummy!”

“Oh, no, don’t try to go to Mommy for protection,” Geoff warned, tapping Gavin’s nose as Gavin had done to Michael.

While Geoff stripped Gavin out of his clothes, Michael allowed Griffon to resume cleaning him. Her touches were more clinical and efficient than Gavin’s, yet she was still very affectionate, talking softly to Michael to keep him distracted. She picked up the talcum powder and sprinkled it over his genitals before pushing his legs back to lightly dust his bottom. Slipping a cloth diaper underneath him, Griffon carefully pinned Michael up, admiring her handiwork.

“Michael, you’re absolutely precious,” she said, popping one of Gavin’s pacifiers into the brunet’s mouth. As Michael sucked on the pacifier, the dimples in his cheeks became more prominent, and Griffon stopped herself from comparing Michael to a Cabbage Patch doll for fear of upsetting him further now that he had calmed down.

Michael found it hard to keep his eyes open as he rhythmically sucked on the pacifier. He briefly heard Gavin squeak, and Michael managed to catch a glimpse of Geoff taking him over his lap and giving the other young man several quick swats on his naked ass. The spanking did not seem to have any effect on Gavin, who simply reached up to bat at Geoff’s face playfully. Geoff settled Gavin on his back on the bed next to Michael and began diapering him, a much slower process due to Gavin’s constant wriggling.

Gavin put one of his hands to his mouth, sucking on his own knuckles, as he gently took hold of Michael’s earlobe with the thumb and forefinger of his free hand. Gavin burbled out a happy “Mine!” as he yawned and snuggled closer to Michael, who was already falling asleep.

After tucking both young men into bed, Geoff and Griffon stepped outside of Gavin’s room, carefully shutting the door so as not to wake either of them.

“How’d you get Gavin to agree to draw Michael into this?” Griffon asked, eyeing Geoff suspiciously.

Geoff held up his hands placatingly. “I didn’t have to do anything. It was all Gavin’s idea. I just made some suggestions, acted as an advisor… and then I may have plotted. There was a lot of plotting involved.”

Griffon exhaled a breath, “How are we going to break this to Lindsay?”

“She should join in,” Geoff responded. “Once she sees Michael with that pacifier in his mouth, she won’t be able to resist. I mean, did you see how quiet he was? Plus, there’s no reason why Baby Michael can’t have two mommies.”

Griffon raised an eyebrow. “And two daddies? Gavin seems to think that Michael is his.”

Geoff laughed. “Hell, no. Gavin can play big brother, and that’s it.”

“Now, Geoffrey, how is Gavin supposed to learn to share if his Dadda won’t?”

“He’ll behave himself or spend the next two weeks over my knee.”

“That’s not much of a punishment for him. He loves being spanked,” Griffon retorted.

The couple talked quietly about stocking up on more supplies if they intended to have Michael participate in their odd familial relationship. Griffon insisted that they were going to need more SD cards for their cameras.

“You don’t seem too put-off by now having two needy baby boys instead of one,” Griffon smiled, folding her arms over her chest.

“I’m thinking of starting a collection,” Geoff tilted his head wistfully as one side of his mouth quirked up in a smirk. “How hard do you think it would be to convince Ray?”


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